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About getting older, Parkinson's, and one's appearance to the rest of the world | MP3.com CD: Porkchop Palace - buy it!
CD: Porkchop Palace
Label: Desire publishing
Credits: John Omps - Guitars, Bass, Keys, Vocals Mike Lindstrom - Drums |
Story Behind the Song
I did not know that the workd "epitaph" was so dark. This was written in Cincinnati at about 10AM on a Sunday morning. I was writing words in a notebook in a Ford Expedition and was appoached by a hooker saying "would you like a date?"... my reply, "No, but thanks for asking."
Lyrics
Who’d write the epitaph for me?
Am I wrong to be un-willing to let the actions slip away
All dressed up and no place left to go
Who’d write the epitaph for me?
I’m not strong, I’m not brave, and I’m no hero
In the dawning of this moment, we were meant to be alive
If I begin to lose reflections of my youth
Close your eyes because I don’t want you to see
What was shining wasn’t silver, all that glittered wasn’t gold
She didn’t know that she said “Life gets kinda crazy”
But then, there isn’t anyone to blame
Sing now this melody for me
With a flinch it’s only fitting, to keep moving to no beat
Where is the song that moves my hand?
Sing now this melody for me
I’m not strong, I’m not brave, and I’m no hero
In the dawning of this moment, we were meant to be alive
If I begin to lose reflections of my youth
Close your eyes because I don’t want you to see
What was shining wasn’t silver, all that glittered wasn’t gold
She didn’t know that she said “Life gets kinda crazy”
But then, there isn’t anyone to blame
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